Long Live Freedom And Damn The Ideologies.

Hear The Music, The Thunder Of The Wings. Love The Wild Swan.

Meteors Are Not Needed Less Than Mountains: Shine, Perishing Republic.

God Is A Lion That Comes In The Night. God Is A Hawk Gliding Among The Stars-- If All The Stars And The Earth, And The Living Flesh Of The Night That Flows In Between Them, And Whatever Is Beyond Them Were That One Bird. He Has A Bloody Beak And Harsh Talons, He Pounces And Tears.

Cruelty Is A Part Of Nature, At Least Of Human Nature, But It Is The One Thing That Seems Unnatural To Us.

The World's In A Bad Way, My Man, And Bound To Be Worse Before It Mends; Better Lie Up In The Mountain Here Four Or Five Centuries, While The Stars Go Over The Lonely Ocean.